The stupid wife of the cold noodle president

Chapter 1

Cold-faced President's Stupid Wife (Suo Huanzhen)
Chapter 1 The Death of Qian Duoduo

Qian Duoduo, female, 16 years old, studying in a private noble middle school.

Qian Duoduo's original name was Qian Duoduo (after he threatened hunger strike several times, he finally obtained the consent of his parents and changed his name to Qian Duoduo), and his father, Qian Fugui, was once a well-known coal mine owner in a certain county. After becoming a millionaire, his family moved to Rongcheng, a metropolis thousands of miles away.

Qian Duoduo has an older brother, named Qian Manguan, who is twenty years old and is studying at a non-brand university in Rongcheng.

In the class, Qian Duoduo was plain-looking, with short ear-length hair, 1.5 meters tall, dark skin, and a pair of highly myopic glasses on her small face.

Qian Duoduo's grades are even more mediocre, and her scores in each test are almost equal to her age.

But in this aristocratic school, no one cares about the grades, the teachers don't care, the parents don't care, and the students don't even care.

Right now, I am having a reading class.

On the podium, the old master held a collection of ancient poems and essays in his hand, shaking his head and chanting "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. My fair lady, a gentleman is so good..."

Under the stage, the students were also very busy.

There are those who are busy filling the Internet with their ipods in their hands, those who are immersed in playing games, and those who are sleepy...

Qian Duoduo is busy sharpening pencils. There are more than 20 sharpened pencils on the desk. The tip of each pencil is about 1cm, and the thickness is almost the same.

Qian Duoduo's tool for sharpening pencils is not a pencil sharpener, but a knife. The expression on her face is extremely serious, and her movements are also very precise.

"Qian Duoduo!" The old master finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a muffled voice.

In this class, Qian Duoduo has almost become the poor "chicken" in "Killing Chickens and Monkeys".

Compared with other students, Qian Duoduo's family's wealth is considered to be the weakest, so the teachers can only take her into action.

"Here!" Qian Duoduo immediately stood up and responded in a weak voice.

"Student Qian Duoduo, please reread the "Guan Ju" I just read!" The old master pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his face, and he lowered his head slightly, his eyes swept down the podium through the gap above the glasses.

"Ah?!" Qian Duoduo looked blank.

"Recite "Guan Ju" aside!" The old master raised the textbook in his hand and gestured.

"Oh!" Qian Duoduo picked up the textbook on the table as if waking up from a dream, and moved her eyes close to it.

"Read it." The old master urged impatiently.

"Old... teacher... so many new words... I don't know them!" Qian Duoduo murmured.

"Hey! It is said that a woman's beauty is inversely proportional to her wisdom. Qian Duoduo, why are you an exception?" The old master stared at Qian Duoduo's black coal-like face and sighed quietly.

"Ah?!" Qian Duoduo didn't understand what it meant at once, but only heard inverse ratio and direct ratio. Isn't it reading class now? !How did the teacher talk about mathematics? !
Some good-natured people in the classroom, who were afraid of chaos, began to whistle and laugh.

"Qian Duoduo, how about it, you can recite any poem at will, as long as one is enough!" The old master cast a very earnest look at Qian Duoduo.

"Oh!" Qian Duoduo began to think hard.

"Teacher, we have it!" Qian Duoduo suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, look back!" The old master nodded slightly, it seems that Qian Duoduo is not hopeless.

"Goose, goose, singing to the sky..." Qian Duoduo suddenly got stuck, and she couldn't remember what was behind it.

"Qian Duoduo, sit down!" The old master said with a dark face.

Qian Duoduo quickly sat down and continued her pencil-sharpening project. At this time, bursts of laughter erupted in the classroom. Qian Duoduo pushed the frame on her face in confusion, wondering why the students were so happy happy!
Qian Duoduo looked through one wall after another, and finally landed on a red T-shirt in the middle of the classroom.

Nan Gongyi, 1.8 years old, Sagittarius, [-] meters tall, slender figure, has a healthy wheat complexion because of his love for sports, mid-length hair like ramen noodles, and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes under thick black eyebrows , with a straight nose, slightly raised lips, and a shiny earring on his right ear, he exudes a rebellious and rebellious temperament all over his body.

Nangong is also the school girl of this noble middle school, and a group of girls who love him crazy are following behind his ass all day long.

Qian Duoduo is also one of his many admirers, but Qian Duoduo is a hard-core crush, she dare not say a word to Nangong Yi, or even look at him, the most she can do is Like now, silently watching his back from behind.

Not long ago, Qian Duoduo discovered by accident that Nangong also likes sketching. There are many pencils on his desk. Since then, Qian Duoduo has secretly put the sharpened pencils in Nangong Yi's class after school. under the table.

When the school bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom and went straight to the private car outside, and some parents even sent a helicopter to fly to the playground to pick up their precious son or daughter.

Qian Duoduo slowly tidied up the books on the desk until everyone in the classroom was gone. Qian Duoduo grabbed a handful of pencils and rushed to Nangong Yi's seat. Pencil stuffed in.

"Hi!" Suddenly Nangong put his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the door of the classroom, and smiled at Qian Duoduo inside.

"Ah!" Qian Duoduo suddenly raised her head, her head hit the corner of the desk heavily, Qian Duoduo let out a scream, she covered her head with her hands, and the pencils in her hands scattered all over the floor.

"Are you okay?!" Nangong also hurried into the classroom, he asked with concern.

"No...it's okay!" Qian Duoduo hesitated, her face turned red instantly, this was the first time she had spoken to Nangong Yi, and it was also the first time Nangong Yi had spoken to her!
"So it was you who put the pencil! It's very useful, thank you!" Nangong also bent down to pick up the pencil on the ground, and at the same time he showed Qian Duoduo a charming smile.

"No... You're welcome!" Qian Duoduo murmured.

"By the way, what's your name?!" Nangong also stood up and asked with his head tilted, holding a pencil in his hand.

"Qian... Duo... Duo!" Qian Duoduo swallowed desperately, faltering.

"Qian Duoduo?! I remember! See you later!" Nangong turned around and walked out of the classroom. At the same time, he raised one hand and waved to Qian Duoduo without looking back.

Qian Duoduo hurriedly waved her hand too, even though Nangong couldn't see it at all!

Nangong also remembered my name, he remembered my name, Qian Duoduo was in a high mood, she had a smirk on her face, she walked out of the classroom lightly, now she felt like a fairy, as if the whole person was stepping on Above a colorful auspicious cloud.

A black big Benz drove past the gate of the Noble Middle School at high speed, and suddenly braked suddenly, and the big Benz began to slowly back up and back to the school gate before stopping.

Qian Manguan hid his face, pressed down the car window, poked his head out, and shouted, "A lot of money, a lot of money!"

Qian Manguan wore an emerald ring on his hand and a white collar around his neck, and the gel on his hair was almost clumped together.

Qian Manguan's upstart-like dress and voice immediately drew boos.

Amidst the laughter of Liewei's classmates, Qian Duoduo lowered her head, blushed, and rushed to the car.

"Brother, didn't you tell me not to pick me up, I went back by myself?!" As soon as he got in the car, Qian Duoduo complained.

"Qian Duoduo! You think I want to come pick you up, but it's not an order from Dad. Dad said, you're a girl, so it's not safe to go home alone!" Qian Manguan drove away from the school at a high speed, making a strange sound Said.I really don't know what my father thinks, my sister looks very safe in both directions, but in my father's eyes, my sister has turned into a little fairy, as if all the men in the world have fallen in love with his daughter !

"Besides, I'm not Qian Duoduo, I'm Qian Duoduo!" Qian Duoduo stared at his seemingly careless brother, saying every word.

"Cut! It sounds different!" Qian Manguan shrugged disapprovingly.

"Play the piano to the cow, and ignore you!" Qian Duoduo said through gritted teeth.She took off the glasses on her face, rubbed her sore eyes with her hands, sharpened [-] pencils this afternoon, and had to make sure that the nibs of each pen were the same thickness and length. Right eye.

Thinking of Nangong Yi, Qian Duoduo couldn't help being silly!
"What is Dodo thinking? So happy?! Could it be that she is in love?!" Qian Manguan tilted his head, glanced at Qian Duoduo, and asked.

"Go! Dogs can't spit out ivory!" Qian Duoduo rolled his eyes.

And only in front of this treasured brother, Qian Duoduo would speak eloquently, with a glib tongue, and when he met other people, Qian Duoduo would immediately wilt.

In Qian Manguan's words, Qian Duoduo is like a mouse carrying a gun, and is lying in the nest!

Da Ben stopped in front of a high-end villa.

"Duoduo! You're back, are you tired today?!" Qian Fugui had been waiting outside early in the morning.

"Father, I'm not tired!" Qian Duoduo got out of the car and said with a bright smile.

"Good boy! Just go to school as you please, don't burn your brain or hurt your body, it's not worth it!" Qian Fugui hurriedly took the thick schoolbag from his daughter.

"Dad, other people's families are patriarchal, why is it the opposite in our family?!" Qian Manguan said with a look of jealousy.

"Go, brat, if I don't beat you up for a day, my skin will itch?!" Qian Fugui threatened, raising his fist.

"Come in quickly, don't stand outside, I've already made tremella and lotus seed soup!" Qian Fugui's wife, Qiao Nu, greeted her with a smile.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" Qian Duoduo rushed over, threw herself into Qiaonv's arms and acted coquettishly.

"Oh, my little fairy is starving!" Qiao Nu put her arms around Qian Duoduo and laughed softly.

"Oh my god! I can't stand it anymore!" Qian Manguan sighed as he strode towards the villa.

Nangong also held a basketball in one hand and a sharpened pencil in the other, and walked out of the car whistling.

Nangong Manor is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and faces the lake on one side. Mountains and water have become a natural barrier for Nangong Manor, and cast a veil of mystery on the originally mysterious Nangong family.

"Master Yi, you are back!" Li Butler of Nangong Manor, a man in his 50s, came out of the white palace-like house.

"Catch it!" Nangong also smiled and threw the basketball in his hand to Butler Li.

"Master Yi, Young Master Yan is back!" Steward Li caught the basketball firmly with both hands, he stepped forward quickly, leaned close to Nangong Yi's ear, and said in a low voice.

"Brother is back?!" Nangong Yi's originally smiling face froze.

Nangongyan, now 25 years old, was once a top student at Cambridge University. Since the host and hostess of Nangong Manor died unexpectedly abroad six years ago, the burden of the Nangong family fell on Nangongyan at once.

Nangongyan lived up to expectations, not only did not cause the family business to be in trouble because of the sudden death of his parents, but in just six years, the power of the Nangong family rose in a straight line.

Probably due to fighting in the business world for a long time, Nan Gongyan has become a little moody, and often puts on a poker face.

At least in Nangong Yi's eyes, the eldest brother is so moody!
Nangong also quickly walked into the villa.

"Are you back?" Nan Gongyan sat on the white leather sofa, flipped through the documents in his hands, and said coldly without raising his head.

"Brother! Why don't you tell me when you come back suddenly, so I can go to the airport to pick you up!" Nangong walked into the huge living room quickly, and he smiled obsequiously.

"School is over early, why are you back so late?!" Nangongyan put down the document in his hand, he raised his head, and glanced at Nangongyi with a pair of icy eyes that hadn't melted for a thousand years.

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